Sally was running on the tread mill again, Jogging at a good pace but nothing to fast. She felt good, great even. She had learned a new talent of her people. Given a gift to her two brothers and was slowly but surely becoming a true member of The People. She was at her third mile as she ran.
Sally preferred to jog though the marina but she also wanted to lift some weights and hopefully run into the Boxing coach of the gym. She jogged on listening to thwap thwap thwap of her feet against the tread of the running apparatus. Sweat was rolling down her face and her pony tail was damp. She wondered what happened to that Israeli girl she had seen here before, "must have found another gym." Sally thought to herself as she took a drink out of her water bottle.